TIMES LINEAR BALLS

i hate all that
this is NOW &
that was THEN lark

&

i hate the nothing 

of clabby calendar mist 

that hangs inbetween them

&

i feel i can 

almost almost very nearly

reach out & finger

us climbing drunk again

over the cemetery gates

WRITING M.O. & DALI LAND

i write them

& rewrite them

& backtrack for backbone

& slip sideways

& jump north

& backtrack for clarity

& go blank 

& open doors

& wear a hat

& conjure dali land 

until i cant

not at all

& thats now

AGAIN THE SCREEN AGAIN

morning again

&
i approach it again
the screen again
the words again
the wrestling again

plundering any memory

out the knots of the past
for proof of the now

puffed up with coffee & nicotine

next to a still cats snores

~

grey spring day

school morning

& the PE teacher

got the javelins out

for the last time

as it goes

their hi vis tape

faded to a joke

well next we got moved on stat

& out of the ambulances way

expected to go saw balsa wood

like nothing happened at all 

RESIDUE

now is now
then
its
gone

sitting here in a workshirt
  crinkled and creased
  like i pulled it from a dogs arse
  i
search 
for the glow
in
our
residue

now is now - now is HOT
then
its
gone - cooled
  and 
  tucked into diarys / stashed in the ice box
  with 
the spilled peas
and
tomorrows
casserole

from onlinestrategy.ca

OLD PEOPLE !

old people !

forget
the paper-book banks and scrubbed step terraces

you 
remember
them
like they were Trumpton 

your
progress

bulldozed them to asbestos dust 
for
Morrisons Motherships 
and
orange-brick hutches 
with
stinky muddy
estuary views

and anyway was it all that great back then ?

looking behind helps us feel superior
but
who
knows
whats
coming next ?

and
anyway
how about the now ?

romford head post office from postalheritage.wordpress